Now Let Us Sing the Praises of Comet Boys
comet (kom'it) a heavenly body having a starlike nucleus and, usually, a long, lumnious tail: comets move in orbit around the sun.
Instead of famous men, or even just the right men, now let us sing the praises of comet boys.
A comet boy, for the unfamiliar, is a man who enters your life in a blinding, blistering flash and is on their way out nearly as fast. They burn incrediably brightly but only for a short time. Callous Carrie Bradshaw types might dismiss them as 'Mr. Right Now' but that's not what I'm speaking of at all. I coined the phrase not as a knock, just as an explainatory comparison. There are all sorts of stars in the heaven, that's key to its stunning beauty-beauty that we're only now being able to see more fully. You don't fault a comet for not having a fixed place in the sky and you don't get angry with it because you can't steer your ship by it.
(Well, you could. But that would, to steal an expression from my friend Marla, be like going to the hardware store for milk. You just gonna get disappointed.)
No, if you believe that each relationship prepares you for the next and that wide, varied experiences are paramount to a life fully lived, sometimes a comet boy is just the thing. Who doesn't welcome laughter and delight? Who doesn't enjoy a novelty and excitement that squarely hipchecks you out of your everyday rut? And who doesn't like to like to walk, even if only for a short time, looking up, with their face full of light?
Instead of famous men, or even just the right men, now let us sing the praises of comet boys.
A comet boy, for the unfamiliar, is a man who enters your life in a blinding, blistering flash and is on their way out nearly as fast. They burn incrediably brightly but only for a short time. Callous Carrie Bradshaw types might dismiss them as 'Mr. Right Now' but that's not what I'm speaking of at all. I coined the phrase not as a knock, just as an explainatory comparison. There are all sorts of stars in the heaven, that's key to its stunning beauty-beauty that we're only now being able to see more fully. You don't fault a comet for not having a fixed place in the sky and you don't get angry with it because you can't steer your ship by it.
(Well, you could. But that would, to steal an expression from my friend Marla, be like going to the hardware store for milk. You just gonna get disappointed.)
No, if you believe that each relationship prepares you for the next and that wide, varied experiences are paramount to a life fully lived, sometimes a comet boy is just the thing. Who doesn't welcome laughter and delight? Who doesn't enjoy a novelty and excitement that squarely hipchecks you out of your everyday rut? And who doesn't like to like to walk, even if only for a short time, looking up, with their face full of light?
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